I am to the point that everytime my husband leaves the house I hope he gets into a car accident. I hate him with every ounce of my being. I hate the way he treates me - always bullying me around, calling me names and humiliating me infront of people. I am sick and tired of everyone looking at me like “poor her” instead of “what a freaking jerk!”.

Everyone kisses his butt because he is the bread winner. They don’t care that he never lets anyone speak or that everyone is always wrong -nope! They have their noses so far up his ass it is unreal. It is a loosing battle.

He’s a cheat, a liar and sociopath. He told me it would be cheaper to have me killed than to get a divorce. He has destroyed everything I ever wanted to do - jobs, friends, hobbies - you name it. We tried to talk with someone, but he is so damn charming that I looked like the bad guy.

I’m balling and looking pathetic and he’s all pulled together and “sane”. It’s a joke. I hate him. I told him if he ever touches me again it will be the LAST thing he ever does to me.

Credits: Wicked